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[northerner]

[ ah, robb returns to video posts. there's a marked difference in the set of his face. he looks older, more solmen if such a thing were possible, more like his father, than he did in those very first few times he'd addressed the ship. grey wind is at his elbows, eyes gleaming as his great jaws part in a disinterested yawn. the display of teeth though, that sure is something to see. robb sinks a hand into the fur at the scruff of grey wind's neck, and the action is almost a boy reaching for something familiar, something to anchor himself to. ]

I wish to request a favor of this ship.

[ kings don't make requests, they give orders. that is what robb learned from his namesake but in his time spent aboard this ship he's also learned that a displaced king gets himself more by requesting rather than trying to command. ( like the beggar king, and if his stomach turns at that he ignores it. ) ]

My youngest brother Rickon has come aboard this vessel. I don't seek to curb his curiosity, but only to ask that discretion is used when answering his questions and granting him knowledge.

[ there's a pause. grey wind huffs a breath, impatient, and robb's hand twists in the fur. ]

And perhaps not encourage his fondness for knives.

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[kindlings]

So, you or your brother [ not saying his name, how mature, Ygritte ] teach 'im.

Or is a King in th' North above that?

[northerner]

I'm not above teaching my brother to use a sword.

[ oh so clearly someone else is pissed at jon snow. there should be a club. ]

What I'd like is if he didn't learn to shove knives into others from the people aboard this ship.

[kindlings]

Y'don't want him t' learn how to defend himself, then? In unfamiliar terr'tory like this, that's the first thing y'should be teachin' him.

[ She really doesn't understand that way of thinking, Robb.

And then, because there's more than just Rickon she wants to discuss: ]

...Somethin' else I'm meaning t' talk to you about, Robb Stark. Although I don't know how t' make our conversation...private.

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[northerner]

Defense, yes, I'd have him learn that. But Rickon's... [ rickon's gone feral in a way robb isn't sure how to curb, and he doesn't trust rickon not to stab first and ask questions later. ] I'd not see him land in the brig.

[ there's a pause, only broken by the clack of grey wind's claws upon the metal flooring. ]

I know how.

[ and then he encrypts it look at these skills. ]

Speak.

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[kindlings]

[ Normally such a commanding prompt from a self-proclaimed king would rankle her, but Ygritte puts it aside for now. ]


It's about Jon Snow. And what you an' I spoke of, earlier, regardin' him.

[northerner]

[ oh, way to head right for the sore point. ]

What more is there to be said?

[kindlings]

[ Ygritte's good like that; it's a curse gift. ]


What I led you t' believe from our talk...it wasn't true. Jon Snow didn't break his oath with me.


[ WHICH TECHNICALLY IS NOT A COMPLETE LIE; IT'S TRUE FROM THE POINT WHEN SHE WAS TALKING TO YOU EARLIER, ROBB. ]

[northerner]

You needn't try to cover up what he's done. He admitted it to me himself.

[kindlings]

[ ...eyeroll. Goddammit, Jon Snow.

Darkly: ] What he's done, he didn't do by himself. [ She certainly didn't make it any easier on him by invading his room, tempting him every night; she knows that, now. ]

...I should've never said what I'd done, t'you.

[northerner]

[ grey wind shifts restlessly, and robb looks away. ]

It matters little. I would know the truth of it, rather than lies.

[kindlings]

[ No, it matters a lot, Robb. ]

I'm not denyin' that. [ the truth over lies. ] But I didn't think tellin’ you would set a rift b'tween the two 'f you.

[northerner]

[ robb's tone is dubious, as if he doesn't quite believe her. ]

What did you think would come of speaking of such a thing?

...someone should get a muzzle for this wildling

[kindlings]

[ ...Side-eyeing. ]

Listen, Robb Stark. I know south of th' Wall things are done different. I know kneelers think ill of it t' lie with a woman unless you make promises in castles, wrapped up in cloaks n' banners. But that was naught for Jon Snow t' begin with, was it, b'cause he's a bastard and somehow that makes him less of a Stark than you.

An' I couldn’t care two shits about th’ vows of Crows, where old men who guard th' Wall against us say t' him that he can’t ever lie with a woman he wants or be happy, have children, the rest.

But I would've hoped you'd known, Robb Stark, that blood's thicker than some stupid words said in front of old men. It should mean more than that—'t should mean more than anything.

[ She's trembling a bit as she says it. ]

ACTUAL CATFIGHT GOING DOWN IN THIS THREAD

[northerner]

Don't presume to speak to me of my brother

[ there's an outright snarl to puncutate, grey wind's teeth bared, eyes gleaming and robb's so angry his knuckles are white where they grip his direwolf's fur. ]

Or perhaps you should. Perhaps you know him better than I now and you can tell me when his word stopped mattering to him.

...SCREAMS

[kindlings]

[ Her eyes are as hard as glass. That's the problem—his words matter to him too much.

You were so close to being free, Jon Snow, she thinks bitterly. ]


...I don't know him. Not 's I thought I did.

[northerner]

That makes two of us.

[ oh, robb sounds so bitter, more bitter than anyone his age has a right to. ]

[kindlings]

 

I s'pose that's the only thing we'll agree on, then.

[northerner]

It seems to be so, doesn't it?

It is more than I'd anticipated.

[kindlings]

[ She snorts in amusement, despite the circumstances. ]


Aye, you n' me both, Robb Stark.

[northerner]

[ awkward. pause. what's happening...

there's a huff of breath, and then he disconnects. yup. ]